shifted dichotomy

New York City, New York

thousand tiny hiding spaces,
in the vertigo city,
amongst buildings,
and the shadow-cast alley tunnel,
every room is braced with a clean escape,
from fire or reality,
every room is braced with escape,
resting against the ceiling of the sky,
all wrapped up in a thinker shawl,
momentum captured by means of lens and a trigger finger,
but if you've ever seen the sunset over sierra-nevada,
then you know what i'm running for